Updated On: 15 October, 2023 07:24 AM IST | Mumbai | Rahul da Cunha
I am politics, I am geo-politics, I am genocide.

Illustration/Uday Mohite
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call my own
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can’t be my own
I’d feel better dead
- Nutshell (Alice in Chains)
I am Gaza. A strip of land,
stripped down to the bone.
Till nothing’s left, save a carcass.
I am Gaza, stripped of all dignity.
Like a canvas,
blank but bloodied,
my surface like a Jackson Pollock painting…
time cannot erase
rivers of dried, splattered blood
turned maroon and burgundy with time…
What lies beneath me, buried deep, memories of violence,
Six-day war, 60 years of conflict
I am Gaza.
I am history, I am geography,
I am politics, I am geo-politics,
I am genocide.
I am war, in the air, on land
I am British, I am Israeli, I am Jewish,
I am Arab, I am Iranian
I am Palestinian. I am Syrian,
I am Egyptian
I am Hamas, I am landmass,
I am land-locked. I am land-mined. I am rubble.
I am Gaza.
My land has been bombed, bayonetted, bazookaed. Battered.
I lie naked.
No different from my victims, paraded, pillaged.